Conveyance

Bas-reliefyour hand on a lamp pole in rainminetracing the bus schedule shelter awninghemorrhaging water sunshine finished nowcrashing down on the river southwest hillsfilling with fogI’m going to shrink awayin this afterthought of light faint glarethrough the pane shards of your voiceperfuming the sewers neglect of shitrouted beneath these stuck-together streets

Somewhere in my headI’m heaven-ward out on a boat in theembrace of the Mediterranean I’m dipping my oarsdeep into the rushpeople admire my technique& you’re not so pretty but pulling up in front of us

is this release fulfilled figuration of my bodylosing yours distrust smashed up against the lastand next occasion of the sun showing me its facedragging up & levelling a gaudy glass-eyed gazeto drain the paste of thiscity I am leaving